I ain't afraid of the mob with good intentions, see you on the road to hell.
Ah, cancel culture—a gladiatorial arena where the self-righteous sharpen their pitchforks and feed their insatiable hunger for digital blood. It’s the modern-day colosseum, except the lions are hashtags, and the mobs chant in 280 characters or less. Cancel me, they scream. Cancel me, I dare you. But let me make one thing abundantly clear: I don’t beg. I don’t yield. And...
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